The “D” Word
This April Fool’s Day it is fitting to write that I have become….. disabled. There, I have written it. But I cannot easily say this out loud. How can I [...]
A Life-Affirming Stay in Harrogate Hospital
(These are my musings, written in hospital, more diary entry than blogpost) In Antibiotics, I trust It’s 23:51 on Saturday 12 February 2022. I’m back as an in-patient at [...]
Poisoned by antibiotics?
It’s time for another dull health update. Today, my neurologist copied me into a letter which he sent to my GP. In it, he asks what types of antibiotics I [...]
Amor fati: Morvan’s Syndrome
I’m writing, this evening, for the first time, in a long time. Not about party-gate 1, 2 or 3; not about Reckless Boris; not about my booster jab; nor about [...]
Tory Contenders and Covid Deaths
Reflecting on the shameful vote this week by the majority of Tory MPs to support disgraced Tory MP Owen Paterson, and then for the Government’s immediate volte-face, my sense is [...]
Dysautonomia 2: The Sequel
When your daughter theoretically starts to design the colour scheme for my custom-made electric wheelchair (I have not ordered one, for clarity), to enable me to attend her dance performance, [...]
On Wasps, On CBT, On Oxbridge, On Change
As a six-year-old, I had a crush on a classmate. I’ll refer to her as ‘S’. One pleasant summer’s day, our family went on a walk, along a former railway [...]
The Good Thing About Suspected Heart-Attacks
Although my robust heart has seen me through a lifetime of sport, including two marathons, this last six months she has become increasingly unruly. In the week that my umpteenth [...]
Tears For Fears
Men like me don’t cry: we aren’t supposed to cry. But we do. I do. I have, and I will. Four times in the last week I have been moved [...]
Surely, we can do better than this, right?
Wired-up to a portable ECG monitor whilst I type, I feel like a hybrid human-cyborg. Doubtless this state-of-the art gizmo is cleverly reading all the electrical signals going to my [...]
